It was an ugly, windy, and unforgivingly hot day. I was in a rotten mood to begin with. My boyfriend and I had broken up the night before, and I was getting ready to meet my best girlfriend at the theatre for a movie and some men-bashing afterwards at our favorite bar. I threw on a pink strappy sundress and didn't even bother with a bra. Too hot, and too uncomfortable on a day like today. I pulled my hair back with a big clippy and set off for the show.
When I pulled into the parking lot of the theatre, my cell phone rang. My best friend was calling to inform me that she couldn't make it to the show. Her sister needed a sitter and she really had to help her out.
Ugh! Just my luck. Well, screw it, I thought, I will go see the show by myself. To make matters worse, the lines were long, and when I finally got into the theatre, the lights were already low. I fumbled around till I found a seat in the very back row. Luckily it was an end seat, but, there was a person sitting in the seat directly beside me. I hate that. No one was in the seat in front of me which was my first lucky break of the day.
I sat down, and propped my feet up on the seat in front of me. I was wearing pink flipflops with little flowers on the strappy part. My toes were a metallic blue color and I was sporting my usual six toe rings.
Half way through the movie, the gentleman beside me got up to exit the row. I seriously thought of asking him to grab me a diet Pepsi and a snickers bar. It was the first that I had actually looked at him, and I was surprised with myself for not having noticed sooner that he was actually pretty cute. He was tall and had some really nice arms on him. Even in the dark, I could see that he had a sexy black arm band tattoo around his bicep. Yum. I moved my feet for him to pass and noticed that he watched my feet while I moved them out of his way. Could it be? Nah. Well, he did stare pretty hard at my little girls...that is what I call my toes! But, with six toerings on, it sometimes draws a bit of attention. I doubted that this guy was a foot perv, but one can never tell.
He came back shortly with a big drink. He smelled a little smoky and it made me crave a cigarette really bad. When he entered the row, he tripped on my purse and I apologized to him.
"No problem. I'm just glad I didn't trip over one of your pretty feet." he whispered to me.
Well, there you have it. I could confirm this man's foot obsession with that single comment and the look in his eyes!
Foot perv. Dark theatre. Back row. Maybe this would turn out interesting.
I put my feet back up on the chair in front of me and my next-door-neighbor deliberately took a long gander at my toes. It delighted me to know that he was probably getting aroused just gazing at my feet. I do have some pretty nice feet, I guess. I take painstaking care to make them look nice. Freshly polished always, and adorned with toerings and an anklet is habitual for me.
I'm sort of a shy person, but once in awhile, when I am in a frisky mood, I surprise myself. Today, I felt frisky. Partly pissed at my rotten weekend, and partly just plain old horny.
I definitely surprised myself when I leaned over to the tattoo guy and whispered, "What do you like best about feet?"
"Everything." he immediately answered.
We sat there for about 5 more minutes trying to be absorbed in the movie, but, not able to take our minds off the sexual tension between us.
He finally leaned towards me and said those words I was so hoping he would say...and so not expecting him to say. "Expect nothing, that way you'll never be disappointed" a good friend once told me.
